FAZER LOGINCARSON BITTERS POV The soup for some reason doesn’t come back up. Maybe because Asher is right here, or my body got tired of fighting food. Either way, I’m grateful. I can’t stop staring at Asher, making up for lost time, all the time I spent running away. I can’t even remember the reason I did all of that. I’m sure I convinced myself there was a reason, but I can’t seem to recall any single one now.He dabs the corner of my mouth, and when he catches me staring, he smiles back.“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”“You’re beautiful.” I say.His grey eyes widen with surprise, and they slowly crawl back down, beaming at me, he cocks his head to the side.“You’re gorgeous.”I roll my eyes because I know I look like a mess. My red rimmed eyes, and Robin’s pyjamas I haven’t changed out of, and I don’t remember the last time I washed my face or hair.“Carson Bitters, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”The heat on my cheeks is not from the soup or from th
ASHER HALL Seeing Carson so broken, watching his friends pick him up, knowing the kind of man he is, the kind that hated being a burden, knowing that he’d hate being like that. It broke me. Watching him look so utterly defeated and being unable to take him in my arms, to protect him from the monster in his life.I’d felt sick.But I also knew I didn’t want his efforts to go to waste.So I’d fisted my hands, blinked away the tears, forced myself to look unaffected, like my heart wasn’t thrashing about in my chest.I pretended he didn’t matter.Crawford had swung into action immediately Carson’s friends took him away. Because contrary to what he says, he’s afraid of his son. He knows Carson will be his undoing, it was only a matter of when. He amped up his security, made sure his extracurricular affairs didn’t make it back to the news.I watched him in contained rage, the way he barked orders, paced, face white. He was different from all
Everything passes slowly and in a blur at the same time.My mother had exchanged herself for Fiona, who threw herself at me immediately she saw me. Crawford’s men had pulled her off me, and I couldn’t have felt any less disgusted with myself if I tried. He was dragging her off to heaven knows where, where anything could happen to her. But she was screaming for me the whole time. I’ll hear her threats to my father for the rest of my life. And the way he was taken aback by her screams of murder.I wish I could say I helped her. I put her there, I’m the reason her child will grow up in a cage.The thought of that made me feel less than human. Even more than I felt before. “Your own mother didn’t want you. I told you, but you wouldn’t listen. This is what happens when you don’t follow your destiny.” he had said. He was a monster, through and through. However, there’s a vast difference between guessing that he’d be able to do something and watching him do it.The only shred of humanity
The memories come flooding back. All the times I saw him hang by her statue, all the times I caught him lingering with an expression full of longing… all the times I ran here, I walked by, I was walking past my mother. If I had looked closer, I would have known, I could have saved her… if I lived here instead of demanding my own place. Maybe she wouldn’t have spent the last few years underground.I thought he couldn’t possibly fuck with me any more than he already did.But he’s Crawford, I should have expected something of this magnitude from him.Separating mother and child but keeping them together at the same time. Only Crawford could manage that.A terrible cry falls from my mother’s lips, snapping my attention to her. She’s awfully pale, almost translucent from the lack of sunlight. My heart constricts at the sight of her. There’s not much I remember about the woman that birthed me, not her smell, nor her smile, nothing about her screamed familiar, but I knew deep down in my bone
I’m full of self loathing and guilt as the address comes in. It’s the main house, where I grew up. Where all my demons are. I can’t help but notice the irony, it’ll end where it started, at least for me.Fiona suggests we tie her up, or cuff her to make it believable, but she takes one look at my expression and quickly changes her mind, I wonder what she sees, guilt, shame? The fact that I can’t call myself human after this is over?Tim drives us there, the whole time my neck is stiff, and spine is arrow straight.My friends already made celebratory plans for when all of it is over, but I know what they’ll find after. I’ve been working on it. They’ll hate me, but they’ll understand that there’s nothing for me here anymore.They’d understand.As the car inched closer to the main house, images of being jerked around by Crawford floods my mind. The time I ended up running down this driveway in nothing but boxers and a busted lip.No one was down here, no one came to save me.At the end, I
My lungs refuse to work as Fiona speaks with Crawford. It feels sticky inside, blood frozen in my veins. She must sense my guilt, so as she speaks in a shaky voice, she doesn’t look up at me. Still, it doesn’t ease the boulder that lodges itself in my chest. Crawford asks to speak with me and she finally turns to me, eyes full of regret, she shoots me a small, watery smile before handing me the phone. My hands are stiff. Tim walks to me, standing right next to me so I know he’s here, brows drawn, glare as hot as the sun directed at the phone. I find it’s easier to breathe with the realization that I’m not alone. Crawford doesn’t say anything, but his too steady breathing over the phone lets me know exactly what is going on, he’s angry in ways that he’s just inventing himself. Plus, the silence is to rattle me. I square my shoulders.This is war. We’ve been going at it since I was born, he’s always had the upper hand, this time though, I managed to one up him, and with that hand and
Carson twists under me, trying to flip himself to his stomach.Not a fucking chance.I grab his wrists quickly, pining them above his head, he struggles, his little grunts filling the air as he does. I don’t let up, watching him struggle, every time he pulls away I hear the unmistakable sound of my
My answer is quick, but my eyes are on both of them. On Robin touching what’s mine, and Carson, fucking Carson is letting him. “No.” I growl. Both to whatever it is Glenn thinks is going to happen between him and that fucking asshole, and the fact that his hands are touching Carson.The sight sear
I have no idea what day it is.I’m not sure how I’ve functioned all these while. The plain baby blue shirt I’m wearing is the same shirt I’d worn yesterday. The dark circles under my eyes and the bone deep weariness in my bones begs me to sleep, but I can’t.I can’t go to sleep alone anymore. My r
Sinking to my knees, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he presents me his perfect hole. He lets out a deep groan that forces me to get to work. I spit on his hole, earning another deep growl. “This is mine,”“Oh.” he gasps, thrusting his ass in my face impatiently. Despite my hunger for him







